Goat

Today I met some refugee girls from Mos out and about begging. I told them we'd try to visit their family. They had no phone number and people don't do street names so all they could tell us was the name of their large village and what colour mosque they lived near. Sadly, it was a bit of a wild goose chase, we couldn't find them which I was gutted about. They are a family of 6ish children aged 3-16, their mum died and their dad is ill. They really need help. Hope I bump into them again. It was an interesting place though- bustling with people and animals.

We then went to visit some friends who were celebrating the freeing of their village by the peshmerga. They were, however, very concerned for their sister and her family who are in the suburb of Mos city which today the Irq troops have entered.